"I've become so numb I can't feel you there. Become so tired, so much more aware. I'm becoming this. All I want to do is be more like me and be less like you." Her voice was soft and cold, as she sung. Her eyes were blank as she laid, looking up at the stars. It was only her first night here, and she already felt as if she didn't really belong.
Seeing your best friend shot before your eyes did make you a different person, whether you liked it or not. She pushed a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. She sat up a little, her mind clouded with thoughts. The wind picked up a little and she shivered. She really should be in her room sleeping, but there was no way she could sleep. She really just needed someone to talk to, but she didn't think anyone could relate to her pain. She sat up, picking a piece of grass and twirled it in her fingers, her black nail polish shinning under the light of the moon.
Seeing your best friend shot before your eyes did make you a different person, whether you liked it or not. She pushed a stray piece of hair out of her eyes. She sat up a little, her mind clouded with thoughts. The wind picked up a little and she shivered. She really should be in her room sleeping, but there was no way she could sleep. She really just needed someone to talk to, but she didn't think anyone could relate to her pain. She sat up, picking a piece of grass and twirled it in her fingers, her black nail polish shinning under the light of the moon.